He’s carefully watching his steps
Waiting patiently for the tells
He’s sorry for what happened
It’s not his fault, he doesn’t own time
The future is tripping up his feet
Before he goes ahead to know
Dividing the path more ritual
Love broken down by control
Reminiscent glances he had
The fireplace was woody warm
From pride and protection
He is shamefully torn
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